She smirked against his lips, finally releasing it from her teeth. Her nails ripping his belt, button and zipper, she quickly discarded of his jeans, throwing them to the floor. Her lips made contact with his skin, her sliding out and traveling across his chest then leaving a searing kiss in place of her tongue. Standing to her full height, Bonnie discarded her own clothes, everything except her bra and panties. She was on top of him seconds later, slowly grind her hips against him, her lips colliding against his again.
Apparently, time was not to be wasted, which was more than passable in the Original’s eyes, as within the span of a few short breaths he was clad only in his boxers. Kisses placed teasingly along his flesh had Kol grinning in anticipation of what was to come, his gaze never once faltering from the beguiling sight splayed before him. And although her mouth parted from his torso far too soon for Kol’s liking the alternative was just as prepossessing. Black orbs clouded with lust soaked in the vision of Bonnie stripping before him. A view unmatched by any he’d come across in his thousand years but, as per usual, she ceased her actions before putting on display her best assets. Ever the tease when permitted. His lips pressed ravenously back against hers as she gyrated her hips against his most sensitive anatomy, eliciting a deep moan from the back of his throat. Kol sought to pull her in deeper, endeavoring to do so, until his restraints suspended him mid-action.
Sasha walked along the streets of New Orleans as she got a feel of the city she was now going to live in. It was definitely louder and much more crowded than where she used to be. Then again, she was kept in a cabin surrounded by mother nature for two years. Sasha planned to turn the corner when suddenly the next step was made for her. A woman obviously in a hurry and with not a care in the world shoved Sasha to the side, making the left side of her body hit a stranger in their back. Unbelievable. It still surprised her how rude people could be. Turning her attention the man she was pushed into, she apologized. "I’m so sorry sir. Are you alright?" She asked as she gently rubbed her arm. Whoever the man was definitely had a strong back.
New Orleans substantially differentiated from his last visitation. Territory Kol had once been harmonized with, even gone so far as to equate with home, was now as good as uncharted in his eyes. Marks he and his kin once marred the municipality with had eroded in Marcel and his lackey’s wake. Still, Kol found the city to be refreshing. A welcome change from the monotonous conduct associated with Mystic Falls and its residents. Seeking recreation Kol found himself amongst the mass of locals and tourists roaming about the city. He’d only just begun to pick out his latest meal when a sudden jolt, later accompanied by a soft timbre, purloined his surveillance. “Quite alright, accidents happen.” His initial reaction had been to lash out until he’d caught sight of the comely blonde. His lip slid upward as he awarded a nod of his head in relation to her inquiry, “No permanent damage issued, I assure.”
The way her name fell of his lips sent a piercing shiver down the woman’s back. She felt mute, unable to fathom what she should say. What she could say. Could one foul thing she said doom her to the same fate as the carcass on the ground. Her eyes scanned the body for a moment, until her eyes found the one responsible for this.
She wasn’t accustomed to the idea of the young man she once was acquainted with had turn into such a ruthless killer. Though she and the original were never close and she in fact did dislike him, Tatiana never wished him a eternity like this. She took a breath, looking for whatever courage she had in herself. “You need to leave..”
Suffice to say there was not much in terms of development for any relation between he and Tatia. Apparently pitting two brothers against one another took up quite a bit of time and so, as she busied herself with that, Kol was otherwise occupied with just about anything else; refusing to be a spectator in his sibling’s unraveling. Looking back now, the way she’d managed to wedge herself between Nik and ‘Lijah revolted him. How easily they’d turned on one another for the affection of a woman who’s appearance accumulated far too often for his liking was, to put it clemently, pathetic.
His cue to exit was apparent from the moment she’d stepped past the precincts of the dorm and yet, Kol refrained, his cheeky grin plastered onto his features with ease. “And you, my darling Tatia, need to learn when to hold your tongue.” A thinly veiled threat that loomed in the stale air as he took a step forward. “Surely you wouldn’t dismiss my brothers half so impudently and given our blood relation I think it’s only fit to extend the courtesy. Besides, I dare say a reunion is in order or didn’t you miss me?”
"What’s this? A Salvatore with some margin of sense? There’s hope for you yet."
"I love you."
"I hate you."
"You’re dead to me."
"I trust you."
"I’m pregnant with your baby."
"I never really loved you."
"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."
Bonnie watched his every move, the want his hips moved while he walked. She licked her lips, silently coming to terms that she was addicted to the man pulling her into the bedroom. She was, needless to say pissed to find other females but she did understand that he was use to a certain way. Watching the movements of his slender finger and smirk grew across her lips, “Good,” she started and with her strength she pushed him onto the bed the tied him to the headboard with her speed. She kissed him softly then ripped open his shirt, her fingertips running up and down his torso. “You should know, darling…I don’t like share.” She smirked, biting his bottom lip.
An abrupt shove resulted in Kol finding himself on the mattress. A few beats later and the newly turned vampire had the Original secured to the headboard, eliciting a redolent wiggle of his brows. Absconding from the bonds would be all too easy were he set on doing so but as it were, if only for the time being, Kol was content in playing along to Bonnie’s whim; perhaps, even in hopes of further appeasing her. A rare occurrence truly but he’d no doubt the vampire would make full use of the opportunity. A cool breeze was soon permitted access to his upper body; the cloth once veiling his muscled torso ruined with one swift tug on Bonnie’s behalf. “No sharing.” His repetition muffled by the teeth apprehending his lower lip, “Got it.”
Forgetting that she was upset with him, that two girls had been waiting in his apartment for him, she absentmindedly followed him to the bedroom. It was like he had her under his spell, a trance; from his gorgeous brown eyes, his smile. All features played against her. “Is this a trap isn’t it?” She questioned, forgetting that they had company.
It wasn’t often Kol triumphed in swaying her vigilance away from a topic that was less than desirable in regards to his favor. Far less frequent was he able to induce her into copulation afterwards. Justifiably, Bonnie had been far from pleased to venture in on the two trollops patiently awaiting at his bedside but after a thousand years old habits were increasingly hard to break. Moreover, Kol was mitigated to find that subject seemed to have been disregarded in full. “No trap whatsoever. Cross my heart.” The final sentence uttered in time with his index finger designing an ‘X’ directly overhead his heart. Two more steps conducted backwards and they’d ventured past the boundaries of his room; once both were firmly past the door Kol’s lip quirked upwards in success.
"I guess I would seek revenge, if I was in your shoes. But these are my friends you’re talking about."
"It makes no difference to me one way or the other. Nor would it you, were they not your comrades. Consequently, you’re in no position to incriminate me on my actions."